Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /99
Boreholes in Boredom
February 26, 2026
A poem by Michael Hawkes
How lucky one is to be bored
Un-busy, vacant, emptied out,
With no pressing needs to be ignored
Nor future to get riled about.
How lucky to be still at last,
With nothing that one HAS to do,
To not be pressured by the past
With lists of things to follow through.
How lucky now to have the time
To only do whatever one will
And only be whatever one is;
To only move if so inclined,
Relish being heron-still
And find one’s self in this.
How lucky can such boredom be
That grants its bearer liberty
To realize opportunity?
With calm eyes now that clearly see
The good of inactivity,
One accepts that boredom is
The seedbed of our future bliss.
02\01\23 – Hawkes
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Michael Hawkes was a cherished poet and contributor whose work enriched the pages of WestmountMag.ca with its sensitivity and depth. Over the years, he entrusted us with a rich body of poems, of which only a portion has yet been published. His passing leaves a profound void, but the poems still to come will continue to inspire all who were moved by his voice.
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